It seemed to Acton that there was a spark of irritation in her eye--a note of irony (as when she spoke of Lizzie being never away from her mother) in her voice.

If Madame Munster was irritated, Robert Acton was vaguely mystified; she began to move about the room again, and he looked at her without saying anything.

Presently she took out her watch, and, glancing at it, declared that it was three o'clock in the morning and that he must go.
"I have not been here an hour," he said, "and they are still sitting up at the other house.

You can see the lights.

Your brother has not come in." "Oh, at the other house," cried Eugenia, "they are terrible people! I don't know what they may do over there.